I am alone in the world, Dolores, and I am homesick for my own kind.
Inside the magic globe that Florence Nightingale carries, there are wishes and hopes and love. And all of these things are very tiny and also very bright. And there are thousands of wishes and hopes and love things, and they move around in the magic globe, and that’s what Florence uses to see by. That is how she sees soldiers who have fallen on the battlefield of life.
He was the kind of person who, if you asked him for one of something, gave you two instead.
Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.
Sometimes he reminded me of a turtle hiding inside its shell, in there thinking about things and not ever sticking his head out into the world.
I loved the preacher so much. I loved him because he loved Winn-Dixie. I loved him because he was going to forgive Winn-Dixie for being afraid. But most of all, I loved him for putting his arm around Winn-Dixie like that, like he was already trying to keep him safe.
He must, he realized, know somewhere, deep inside him, more things than he had ever dreamed of.
And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.
I ask you, why is it so hard to stay away from the euphemisms? They creep in, always, and attempt to make the difficult things more pleasing.
If the wishes came true, they came true in terrible ways. Wishes were dangerous things. That was the idea you got from fairy tales.
Because that is what it means to be alive, on this infinitesimally spinning planet. It means you have cares. Doesn’t it?
He smiled at me. He did that thing again, where he pulled back his lips and showed me his teeth. He smiled so big it made him sneeze. It was like he was saying, I know i’m a mess. Isn’t it funny?
I’m from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,” Sistine said, “home of the Liberty Bell, and I hate the South because the people in it are ignorant. And I’m not staying here in Lister. My father is coming to get me next week.” She looked around the room defiantly. “Well,” said Mrs. Soames, “thank you very much for introducing yourself, Sistine Bailey. You may take your seat before you put your foot in your mouth any farther.” The.
Did Rob make it?” Sistine asked Willie May. “He did,” said Willie May. “It looks alive. Is it like your bird that you let go?
As they walked back to the Kentucky Star, Rob thought about what Willie May had said about the tiger rising on up. It reminded him of what she had said about his sadness needing to rise up. And when he thought about the two things together, the tiger and his sadness, the truth circled over and above him and then came and landed lightly on his shoulder. He knew what he had to do.
What was the apostrophe doing there? Did the doctor own the Meescham? And what was it with exclamation marks? Did people not know what they were for? Surprise, anger, joy – that’s what exclamation marks were for. They had nothing to do with who resided where.
Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away. Where, for instance, were his brothers now? He did not know; he could not say. Madam.
This malfeasance must be stopped,” said Flora in a deep and superheroic voice.
Never use anybody else’s power, but always use yours.
It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth.